FROM THE GAME FIELDS. 



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A LAWLESS GIN CLUB 



We have a gun club here, and have 

 many interesting shoots during the sea- 

 son. Last week we were out. During the 

 shoot a hock of about 15 yellow-legged 

 snipe came alone, and several of the by- 

 standers called to us to shoot at them. C. 

 M. Delaware, Ben Shiro and another man 

 whom I did not see fired. Two of the 

 birds dropped. This was before the open 

 season in this State, and, to cap all, these 

 nun thought they had done nothing to be 

 ashamed of. Mr. Delaware said he ought 

 to pay $1 apiece for the birds, but the 

 other men tried to make out that there 

 was no close season on them and said 

 they were plover. 



A short time after this a small flock of 

 little snipe about the size of sparrows came 

 along, and a Mr. Loud, of Duluth, Minn., 

 shot at them, killing 5. He did not even 

 pick them up. If he did not want them 

 what did he shoot them for? I roasted 

 these men as well as I could at the time, 

 but my arguments had no effect. The only 

 other gun club member who said anything 

 against such work was J. D. Finn, one of 

 our best shots. He at present holds the 

 "Head of the Lake" diamond medal. The 

 most of the boys laughed at me when I 

 roasted the others for shooting out of sea- 

 son. If prominent members of a gun club 

 do not observe the game laws, and violate 

 them openly and laugh about it, what hope 

 is there for the laws? 



Deer are slaughtered here all the year 

 round. The game wardens who are ap- 

 pointed are not so good as wooden men, 

 but the sportsmen can ,blame themselves 

 for that, as they do not take enough in- 

 terest to get good men appointed. The 

 members of our club are just as bad as 

 the others around here. 



We have had a bad season for ruffed 

 grouse this year, and I do not think there 

 are many, as it has been too wet. Ducks 

 are reported in fair numbers, but this is 

 a poor place for them. 



B. J. Shaver, West Superior, Wis. 



I have taken up this matter with your 

 State game warden and hope to have these 

 law breakers punished. 



Edttor. 



FIVE TURKEYS AT 2 SHOTS 

 I am an Indian and naturally enough 

 I like Recreation. I find lots in it to 

 inteiest me. I will tell your readers the 

 curious experience of a full blood Creek 

 Indian while hunting deer and turkeys. 

 This man went alone to a country about 

 8 miles from his home for a 2 days' hunt. 

 He was armed with a .44 Winchester rifle. 

 The Indians of the Creek nation are fine 

 marksmen, and this one was a noted hunt- 

 er. In the afternoon of the first day he 



crossed a large brook. As he stepped 

 from the water he saw a gobbler on a 

 ridge ahead of him. He drew a bead on 

 it and fired. There were no other birds in 

 sight when he did so. When the smoke 

 cleared away he saw the turkey he fired 

 at flopping about on the ground, and an- 

 other trotting off about 30 steps to the 

 left. He fired at that one also and down 

 it fell. The Indian went first to the turkey 

 he shot last, picked it up, and then went 

 to get the other. When he reached it, 

 behold, there lay 4 large turkeys, some 

 dead and others kicking their last kick! 

 He had killed 5 turkeys in 2 shots! He 

 says he will wear he saw but one bird at 

 the first fire. 



The next morning a mile from camp he 

 struck a trail. Following it about x / 2 mile, 

 he found a large buck, and of course fired 

 at him. The deer jumped up as if he had 

 not been touched, but the Indian followed 

 on, firing at every opportunity. He put 

 7 balls in the animal, every one in a 

 vital spot, befo.e the old buck would 

 give up. While, dressing the game the 

 Indian found a lump of hard, rough sub- 

 stance resembling stone. It was in the 

 deer's head and looked like a rock about 

 1^2 inches long and one inch in diameter. 

 Whether this was what is called a mad 

 stone the Indian does not know, but says 

 the buck was the toughest animal he ever 

 tried to kill. 



Chas. Gibson. Eufaula. I. T. 



A FOOL i OX. 



My father, brother an 

 yote canyon, Ventura Co., Cal., cler 

 off a ranch, and camp' in 

 foxes were numerous and 



carrying off everything e, cs 



pecially having a liking for pieces of 

 bacon. We shot several in the evenings 

 before we went to bed, but one old fellow 

 preferred to wait until later before making 

 his raid, and anything we had failed to 

 put away would be missing in the morn- 

 ing. One day my father said, "I believe I 

 have a scheme by which we can fix him." 

 Our cooking range, which consisted of 

 several rocks arranged in 2 rows, was in 

 front of the tent, and beyond that was a 

 stake driven in the ground loosely, to 

 hane our frying pans on. 



"Take a piece of bacon rind," said father, 

 "and nail it to that stake about a foot from 

 the ground. Hang the pans at the top 

 so they will touch each other and leave 

 the flap of the tent fastened back. In the 

 night when you hear the frying pans jingle, 

 rise and shoot at the place where you think 

 he ought to be. and I think you will get 

 hin>." 



Sure enough, along in the night the 

 bell tolled, my brother sat ud and fired, 



